In keeping her dry, he’d stumbled into success. The air reacted with his cream, clotting and growing solid.
A thick plug.
Seed that had gone from liquid to gel had hardened inside her without the sea to wash it away. What had once gushed from him in torrents had grown thick and unyielding. A barrier so she might cling to the stamp of ownership she had yet to truly earn.
Something possessive rumbled in his chest, then. Something starving for more.
She twitched at the sounds rumbling from his barrel chest, but that was all.
Claws clattering over stone, he ached to touch. To possess. To finish what he’d started and replace that blockage of solidified cum with his knot.
Tracing the flare of her hip, careful not to break delicate skin, he marvelled at the hint of elegant blue lines. Veins flush with venom, glowing from within with his stain.
Looming, cut from obsidian and salt, Nyx blinked at his captive. His ward. Ignoring the burn of air in his lungs, for the sight before him was one to eclipse all discomfort.
Beautiful.
But he hadn’t come to merely look.
Careful, he peeled gooey petals apart and twisted one clawed finger inside tender walls. Catching the plug of solidified seed on that pointed, vicious hook, he tugged it free with deliberate, tiny movements.
A faint sound slipped from her lips, but that was all. Even as the cum gushed from her depths, she was still. Pliant. Ready to be bred once more.
Gripping his cock in a fist that commanded obedience, Nyx fed that bloated length through the sopping mess and set his crown to her entrance.
He waited. Just for a moment. Just long enough to admire the way swollen lips yawned wide enough to swallow his tip. A preverse thrill made his spines flare when his seed bubbled at her seam, making her slick and gooey.
Pressing his weight into her, he took. Flexing to send his cock through the mess, Nyx crammed his girth through a tight band of muscle.
Bliss.
She parted for him with a sigh. Welcoming, impossibly soft—tight—she gripped him like she’d been made to take him. And still, she did not wake.
She merely spasmed around him. Unconscious as a helpless orgasm wracked her tiny body while she lay pliant beneath him.
Grunting, Nyx shivered at such a welcome.
It was a marvel to see such a thing. Fragile, bloodless lips stretched white around his girth. Accommodating his invasion, even now. Without conscious thought.
She fluttered in welcome. Arched when he struck her end, and clenched as he bore down, seeking to penetrate her womb and pump his spawn inside.
Claws bracketing her hips, he worked her over his shaft, driving into her with punishing force just to see if he could wake her from her stupor.
But her eyes merely rolled white.
Low, ragged grunts of pleasure echoed with the wet slap of scales on skin. Her legs twitching with every merciless thrust he shoved inside.
A riptide boiled in his balls. Climax rising in a violent surge, he fucked what he’d claimed and let it take him.
Take them both.
Nyx snarled as he came, balls flexing as he dumped every ounce of wrath and frustration into her body. His hatred toward her kind. The rage of injustice for what had been done to him. And the hope for what she would become.
All of it.
His massive body collapsed atop hers, cock wriggling where her womb tried to deny what was already his. Barbing out, a spigot lanced from his tip and forced her cervix to widen as if she were one of his kind. AVireliifemale meant to handle aPelagornmale in all his glory.
But she was human.
